He did not regard himself as lost, that would have implied failure. To be lost he would first have had to set forth a plan of being somewhere else at another point in time relative to this time and this his current position. Secondly, he would have had been required to commence the transition to the other place and thirdly, somehow being unable to complete the transition based on intermediate location information. Note however that falling into a hole in the ground would not be classified as being lost, rather being stuck and as such would void any warranties. He wasn’t lost, he just didn’t know where he was, so he sat down, lit his pipe and smiled.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.